A voice.

No... the voice... there are many... but his... god his... I... I can't escape it... I wear earplugs... I submerge my head in water... no matter what... I can hear it... The Rake... god... the things he's whispered to me... and Him... He knows I'm of no concern now that The Rake has got me in his sights... I've seen him too... his shape... face... teeth... claws... but his voice... god his voice... I do not think I will live for long... not like this... he will kill me... I'm sorry I could not help you Susan... I... I'm a complete and utter failure... I'm so sorry...